Chapter 794 Scattering the Ashes
Harold was both angry and anxious, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
He hadn't felt anything earlier because the anesthesia hadn't worn off, but now as he struggled, he realized his entire body was tied to the bed! "Antonio! What do you think you're doing? You bastard! Let me go right now!"
"Let you go?" Antonio chuckled lightly, but his voice grew harsher, "For all the things you've done, dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough!"
If it weren't illegal to kill, he would have killed Harold himself!
Harold suddenly sneered and stopped struggling. "You're right, I've been prepared to die for a long time, but what about you?"
In the darkness, he couldn't see where Antonio was, but he looked in that direction, his eyes filled with venom. "The chip in your body can't be removed, so you're just waiting to die too! Once I'm dead, someone will come to send you down to join me! Haha, thinking about it that way, I don't lose out."
Antonio's fingers cracked as he clenched them, wanting to punch him to death.
With a cold laugh, Antonio swiftly pulled open the heavy blackout curtains.
The sudden influx of sunlight made Harold close his eyes.
The next second, he was grabbed by the collar, Antonio's face sharp and cold, his voice icy. "Hand over the control chip system! Or else..."
"What's the use of giving it to you?" Harold's eyes were full of mockery, letting Antonio grab him like a puppet. "Even if I give it to you, you don't know the password. You might as well wait to die."
Antonio's chest heaved with anger, and he let go forcefully.
After a moment, he sneered, "Who said I don't know?"
Harold looked at his expression, wanting to mock him but feeling he wasn't faking it, "How could you possibly know?"
Antonio glanced at him, then turned to the bodyguard. "Bring it in."
Soon, the bodyguard at the door walked in holding something covered with a black cloth, hiding its contents.
"Want to see what this is?" His voice was calm, taking the item from the bodyguard's hands leisurely, his eyes inscrutable with a hint of interest, "Dad, want to take a guess?"
Harold had a bad feeling, but he said, "Stop being mysterious!"
Antonio smirked, the curve of his mouth wicked. "I think you'll really want to see her."
Before Harold could speak, he pulled off the black cloth, revealing a dark red box that looked ominous under the light.
Harold's lips trembled uncontrollably, "How did you find it?"
Harold cursed in his head, 'This bastard! He actually has found Carter's ashes, using them to threaten me!'
"Put it down! Even if I did so many things to hurt you, your mother never did anything to you! Are you planning to make her restless in heaven too?"
Listening to his roars, Antonio remained unfazed, even sneering, "Harold, who is it that made my mother restless?"
His eyes filled with deep hatred, and he shouted, "It's you! Even in death, you don't deserve to be buried with her!"
It turned out that when Antonio was reorganizing the Harrington Group, he accidentally discovered Harold's pre-written will, which included the location of Harold's prepared burial site.
According to old employees at his company, Harold had even hired someone to divine the location of that burial site.
Antonio then found another diviner to visit the site and blew up the grave, finding Carter's ashes inside.
The most hateful part was that Harold had set up an altar in the grave.
According to the diviner, the altar's purpose was to bind the deceased's soul to the grave's owner forever, never to be freed.
Thinking of this, Antonio wanted to personally send Harold to hell to atone for his sins!
Harold was clearly trash and didn't deserve Carter at all.
"You wanted her to be bound to you forever? Dream on!" Antonio's eyes seemed to burn with two flames, "What my mom wanted most was freedom!"
With that, he walked to the bedside under Harold's furious gaze and opened the urn, pouring out the ashes.
A gust of wind blew, and the white powder scattered from the bedside, disappearing without a trace.
"Ah! Antonio! I'll kill you!" Harold screamed.
Everything was destroyed by Antonio! He would never be able to find his Carter again!
Harold was so furious he almost lost his mind, struggling and shouting, his bloodshot eyes like a monster's, dark and vicious.
Antonio threw the urn to the ground with a thud.
His smile was cruel and satisfying, "Too bad, you'll die before me and never have the chance to torment my mom again!"
These words were like blades, cutting into Harold's heart. The greatest torment for him wasn't death, but the obsession he couldn't let go of even in death.
Thinking of Carter, his heart jolted.
In a fit of rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood, looking like a flame about to go out.
Antonio squinted, ignoring the blood on the bedside, and grabbed his neck, pressing him, "Tell me, where is the control chip system?!"
Harold's face was bloodless, but hearing his question, he laughed maniacally, his eyes filled with near-madness. "Aren't you so capable? Find it yourself if you can! I'll never tell you, not even if I die!"
"Even if I die, I'll curse you! You and Sarah! And everyone in the Miller Family! All of you must die!" Harold wished he could send the most vicious curses their way.
He showed an evil smile, then suddenly seemed to go berserk.
Antonio's pupils contracted, realizing what he was about to do, and he quickly stuffed the bedsheet into his mouth.
"Trying to kill yourself?" He looked at the glaring Harold, slowly leaning in. "Death is too easy for you. I'll make you live, live in pain forever!"
With that, Antonio raised his hand and punched Harold in the face.
He didn't stop until his fist was covered in blood, panting as he let go of Harold.
"Call the cop and have them come over."
The bodyguard understood and immediately took out his phone.
Antonio personally called Larry to explain the situation. Since Harold was now useless, prison was the best place for him.
Harold would spend the rest of his life in the darkness of prison.
Larry arrived quickly, bringing a prison doctor to give Harold a thorough examination.
"In his current condition, he won't live much longer." The doctor shook his head and sighed.
"He can't be allowed to die." Antonio glanced at the bed, where Harold had already passed out, his half-body looking eerie. "I'll pay for the best medicine for him. You can even find the best doctors from abroad to treat him. Make sure he lives as long as possible."
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